I've read this book twice, once in the comfort of my own home, the second time in an examination room at the dermatologists, waiting for the surgeon to arrive and remove what the doctor referred to as the best kind of cancer.
Both times the distilled nature of the book, the poets gift with words and her tone impressed me. Both times I connected with individual poems on a deep level, but the book as a whole really connected with me - particularly the first half - in the uncomfortable space of the office, mask on, fingers trying not to touch the face.
The language is so finally tuned and yet the nature of addiction is a wild tugging, an unpredictably not of desire but of location and behaviour, and that tension really came through in the second read through.
An extraordinary book.